Dust Wind

There’s SIS in great Britain, CIA in the US. In Huaxia, there’s Dragon Division, known as the mysterious power of the East.
When a soldier that originally failed to be selected to join, appeared on the Dragon Division’s list again, no one noticed, that this inconspicuous and humble-looking guy was actually the Dragon King of the division, the one that’s most difficult to deal with.
Mercenary: “Report, our squad is under attack, suffering heavy casualties!”
Commander: “How many enemies are out there?”
Mercenary: “Just… just one! There’s a joker card in his hand.”
HQ: “What?! Hurry, retreat!”

Ace of The Dragon Division

When Xu Cheng got out of the car, he saw all five Old Masters waiting at the entrance.

He was flattered and let out a bitter smile. "If those uncles in the capital knew that I let my five grandfathers greet me, they would criticize me a lot, wouldn't they?"

Old Master Ye stroked a handful of his beard and said, "You deserve this scale of welcome."

Old Master Zhou smiled. "Today, there is no seniority in the family nor age, only military merit. So, you deserve this. Stop being pretentious, hurry up and come on in."

Xu Cheng shook his head and smiled bitterly as he followed the five Old Masters into a large ancient style courtyard that had small bridges and a stream of flowing water. It was a very ancient courtyard with houses made of wood.

"This place is refurbished according to the Yuanmingyuan site, and it's also this country's greatest martyrs tombstone courtyard," Old Master Ye explained as he walked in front.

Where is your modesty?